83-year-old woman writes letter to her friend, and the last line is leaving everyone in tears

Times can be tough, and words of wisdom can be very insightful.

An 83-year-old woman wrote a letter to her friend Bertha, but itโ€™s a letter that should be shared with everyone around the world. She wrote:

โ€œDear Bertha,

Iโ€™m reading more and dusting less.

Iโ€™m sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden.

Iโ€™m spending more time with my family and friends and less time working.

Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure.

Iโ€™m trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.

Iโ€™m not โ€˜savingโ€™ anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first Amaryllis blossom.

I wear my good blazer to the market. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries.

Iโ€™m not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and tellers at the bank.

โ€˜Somedayโ€™ and โ€˜one of these daysโ€™ are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If itโ€™s worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now.

Iโ€™m not sure what others wouldโ€™ve done had they known they wouldnโ€™t be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I think they would have called family members and a few close friends.

They might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for whatever their favorite food was. Iโ€™m guessing; Iโ€™ll never know.

Itโ€™s those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I hadnโ€™t written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days.

Angry and sorry, that I didnโ€™t tell my husband and parents often enough how much I truly love them.

Iโ€™m trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives.

And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift.

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.โ€


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